A Lovely Lughnassadh
Hosted the Fodla Druid group celebration of Lughnassadh, the first of three harvest feasts. I don’t remember when I’ve enjoyed having a group of people over as much. Above is the altar that our priest, Joel, set up on the stone bench underneath the apple tree. There was also a fire cauldron; Fodla rituals have the hearth as their center. The items on the offering are altars to the Shining Ones, the deities we name in our hearts. It really felt like a feast. We had a beautiful poem to Nuada from Michael, as well as his telling of the story of Lugh. (The Bay Area is packed with self-styled poets, but Michael is the real deal; his work is brilliant.) The garden was at its best; Ted was a great host and grillmeister. I so enjoyed sitting around the dinner table with everyone. Sent them off with herbs and flowers. One of the many pleasures of the garden is sharing it.
I was not called in to a last-minute job today, so I’m off to Nia class in a bit. Tough life, I know >wg<. I do have an assignment here and there this month. I have to go into court tomorrow. I am hoping to lose the bone-deep fatigue I have from these last six months-plus of working so hard. The work has actually been a blessing — we have kept afloat astonishingly well since Ted’s unemployment last February — but it’s taken a toll. There is quite a lot that I would like to do that I haven’t had a chance to do. I miss not writing. That’s one reason I started this blog. I have had to severely pare down the personal interests since things got so hectic, and I haven’t even been doing the steno practice I want to. I am going to take the RMR exam next November with the idea that the worst that can happen is that I can get a good picture of what I need to do for the next one. But I really am hoping to pass something. Could be that a lot of that achy fatigue is really about frustration at all that I haven’t been able to pack in.
Onward, ever onward.